MOTORHEADS: CRIMSON FLAME
"You don't beat the Crimson Flame. You just pray she doesn't burn you next."
In a town built on fuel, legacy, and bloodlines, Levina Davenporte was never supposed to get her hands dirty.
Born into old money and even older expectations, Levina walks the Ironwood High halls like royalty-effortlessly magnetic, untouchably poised. She wears privilege like a second skin, but behind the curated confidence is a girl suffocating under the weight of a name everyone either worships or fears.
Then there's Harris Bowers. Loud, reckless, and infuriatingly charming. The life of every party, the reigning king of Ironwood High, and the kind of boy who was born with a steering wheel in one hand and the world in the other. He doesn't build cars, but he knows how to drive like the devil's at his heels-and everyone knows his name.
From the second their worlds collide, it's all fire and friction. Banter sharp enough to draw blood. Glances that burn. And beneath all the bravado-something raw and real neither of them saw coming.
But their connection is dangerous. Old family rivalries still hum beneath the surface of Ironwood, and the Bowers-Davenporte tension goes deeper than either of them realize. Secrets unravel. Loyalties are tested. And Levina finds herself caught between the life she was born into... and the boy who makes her feel like she's finally living-and Harris might not just steal her heart-he might ruin her name.
In a world where engines roar louder than apologies, and love is as dangerous as the roads they race-Levina Davenporte will have to choose: the path laid out for her, or the boy who was never part of the map.
This is a story about fast cars, slow burns, and the kind of love that demands everything.
Even your name.
Female OC x Harris Bowers
(takes place season 1 of motorheads)
